I'm safely ensconced back in chez Strachan after a incident free journey back from Bedfordshire, where I'd resided for the last two evenings. My chauffeur, the one and only TW Brown (Bill) of County Durham manor, dropping me off prior to an onward journey to Sunderland. The amicable Mackem providing the 'entertainment' on the return … Continue reading Wor Horse
I'm Bedfordshire bound this weekend to meet up with a couple of the lads I've been friends with since I was a 20 year old. A bond forged as work colleagues and friends in both Gateshead and London. The duo made up of Bill, the nicest bloke I've met who possesses false teeth, along with Alan, the … Continue reading No Standing On Ceremony
I'd a rare break from writing yesterday. Leaving casa Strachan at 7.30am and not getting home until 11.00pm rendering opportunities of putting pen to paper nigh on impossible. My destination the city of Nottingham - Robin Hood's manor, domain made famous by Brian Clough, home of Boots the Chemist and place my late dad served … Continue reading A 2nd Class Return To Dottingham
Wednesday 6th June - I had a sojourn to Ilkley this morning/early afternoon. Accompanied by my spouse and doubts about the government's Brexit strategy, we journeyed 17 miles by trusty steed (well, trusty Vauxhall Astra) north west of our bustling metropolis. Ilkley, West Yorkshire's spa town with it's core of Victorian architecture, quaint stores, Betty's … Continue reading Bookends
My train journey back from Newcastle to Leeds on Sunday afternoon passed swiftly. My ninety minutes in situ of the Trans-Pennine locomotive predominantly spent writing, along with chatting to a diminutive middle-aged Gateshead woman en route to her daughter's in Bradford. This lady, short of mane and even shorter of legs was initially an affable … Continue reading The 14.04 from Newcastle – A Tall Tale
Childhood domain bound, tracks below feet Domicile o’ inculcation, though birthplace possesses heart Half century crisis of identity, through yeti unable to embrace Self-induced purgatory, mind tormented for his folly If purgatory a halfway house, then has he departed? His final journey, destination redemption. Locomotive, what are loco man’s motives Tracks are not of tears, … Continue reading Loco Motives
It's Monday morning. Seeking inspiration while perched on a dining chair in my parents dining room, I mull over what week commencing 10th July has in store for the Strachan brood. With the octogenarian family head still stricken post-surgery, we know our itinerary will include visits to the Leeds General Infirmary (LGI). Additionally, on Friday, I've a scheduled 100 mile … Continue reading You Can Go Now!